I let go of my old profile here. Moved away from the dirty south with most of my belongings still intact. Almost died coming down the mountains, emerged in a storm in CT that wouldn't shake off. Now I'm here in Rhode Island again. Starting over again. Most everyone I know lost everything they had in New Orleans, and I managed to make it out with nearly everything. I probably have a mild case of survivor's guilt. But nothing I can't safely drink away. Pfft. Badabaddum.

I must have ignored the Fall last time I lived in New England. It's nicer this time around. All in all nice. I didn't miss the cold, though. Or the rain, or.

So.

Yea.

Hello.